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THE BANDIT
by Mike Metlay
atomic@tesser.com
PART 4:
Section b:
Valentine's Day, continued
Mid-February 1982
"You waited? Oh, you didn't have to do that!" Conan looked up from
his magazine and smiled as Cricket came out of the Trauma Ward, a compress
held up to her eye. He stood up and shrugged on his coat, and helped her
ease into hers.
"That's okay," he said. "I had to talk to the police when they came
by, and I didn't want you walking home alone." He opened the door for her
into the night, and they hustled out into the cold wind, heading for the
North Habitat.
"I appreciate your helping me," Cricket said after a few moments of
silence. "I really thought he was gonna kill me."
"What were you doing with a creep like that anyway, Cricket? You seem
like too smart a person to go getting mixed up with someone who'd jump you
like that...."
"Huh! So speaks the walking beefcake magazine!" Cricket's voice held a
trace of a sneer. "What the fuck do you know about getting trapped into
doing shit you don't want to do, big man? Huh?"
For a brief, horribly clear instant, Conan thought of Twink. "Too
damn much," he whispered. "Sorry. Shouldn't have said it."
"Damn right," Cricket continued angrily. "I've seen you working out
in the gym, all pumped up and nowhere to go. All the girls looking at you
and talking about you...."
"No shit, really?" Conan grinned widely. Now THAT was an interesting
revelation!
"Yeah, really! And d'you know what they're saying?" Cricket paused
for emphasis. "They're LAUGHING at you, you stupid motherfucker!"
"What!" He looked down at her in shock. "WHY?"
"Because you're so fucking narcissistic it's enough to make them puke,
that's why! It's so obvious, watching you pose in the mirror. The love
affair between Conan and Conan will go down in history!" She shook her head
and fell silent. Conan looked supremely uncomfortable in the silence that
followed.
"I wish they could've seen you tonight, though," Cricket whispered.
"Oh, shit, that wasn't anything," Conan said with a shrug. "He
couldn't have hurt me if he'd tried."
"Yes he could've," Cricket said tartly. "It doesn't take a big man to
carry a gun of a knife, Conan. You could've been killed! You didn't know
what you were charging into-- you just did what you thought was right,
without hesitation. He would've broken my nose if you'd hesitated before
coming in after him. Or worse." She smiled up at him. "You know what
your problem is?"
"Yeah," Conan muttered. "I'm a narcissistic scumbag."
"No, besides that," Cricket chided with a smile.
Conan stopped and looked at her for a moment, unsmiling. "No, I don't
know what my problem is," he said. "Why don't you tell me?"
Cricket reached up and gently touched Conan on the tip of the nose.
"Your problem," she said softly, "Is that you don't really know where your
strengths and weaknesses are. You're not impressing anyone when you squat
a quarter ton or whatever, but you can bet that you'll get a lot more
respect from the women in the aerobics class when they hear how you saved
my ass tonight! You're no mean, macho hunk. You're just a decent human
being."
"Oh, really," he said with a wry look.
"Yeah, really," she replied, starting to walk again. The doors to the
North Habitat loomed out of the darkness before them, and Cricket fumbled
in her pocket for her security card with one hand while trying to hold her
compress in place with the other. "Oh, damn it!"
"Here, lemme help you," Conan said quickly, gently placing a hand over
hers on the compress. She looked up at him with her good eye for a long
moment before drawing her hand out from under his and fumbling for her
card. She got it out, and got the door open by feel as he held the
compress steady.
"Thanks." She pocketed her card and put her warm little hand over
his, taking the compress from him. She smiled up at him in the doorway.
"For everything."
"No problem," Conan grinned. He shivered in the wind, and said,
"Well, I guess I better be getting back. It was nice meeting you,
Cricket."
"Wanna come in and warm up for a while?"
He looked at her long and hard, then shook his head. "I better not."
"Oh, stop looking like a kicked dog and get in here, you moron!"
Cricket grabbed him with her free hand and dragged him inside. The door
shut with a clang behind him, and the night was still once more.
The Bandit awoke with a start, half sitting up in the darkness. His
eyes were utterly unaccustomed to the gloom, but he could feel rather than
see the warm presence in his bed. There was a quiet whisper in the dark.
"Oh, I'm sorry, love, I didn't mean to wake you...."
"That's okay, that's okay." The Bandit settled back down onto the bed
and ran his hands down the amazing curve of Twink's broad back. She hummed
in delight and burrowed closer to him, warm in the cold night.
"This is really wonderful," she breathed. "It's so cozy."
"Yeah," the Bandit said. "Cozy." He suddenly realized what had
awakened him: her hand on his penis, warm and soft, gently stroking him
closer and closer to orgasm. He was almost ready to pop. "Y'know, if you
keep playing with me like you are, I'm gonna come all over you," he
whispered.
"Oh, really?" Her giggle was low and almost liquid in the night. "Is
that so bad? I like to make you feel good...." Her inexpert hand stroked
him more roughly and insistently now, and she crawled up until her lips
were level with his, kissing him as she squeezed his penis and pumped it in
her fist.
"You like?" Her mock Spanish accent was somehow fairly effective, he
noted in a haze of mixed sleepiness and horniness.
"Si, I like," he replied, and she giggled again. "But there are other
things I like, too, and if you're not going to let me sleep we may as well
enjoy them...."
"Oh! Well, what did you have in mind?"
He grinned in the darkness. "Ever been eaten out before?"
"Uh, I don't think so," she said uncertainly. "What is it, exactly?"
"What, being eaten out?" The Bandit paused, at a loss. "It's when I,
well, uh....Tell you what. Let go of me and I'll demonstrate, okay?"
"Okay." Her fist released his penis, and he immediately rolled her
over onto her back and began kissing his way down her body, pausing for a
few luxuriant sucks at her huge nipples before making his way down lower.
"Ohhhh," she moaned as he squeezed her breasts, "That feels so GOOD!"
"If you like that," the Bandit said, "You'll love what comes next!"
His tongue flicked out and began to touch and probe beneath her pubic hair,
and she gasped in surprise.
"Ooh! Careful, that tickles! Bandit, you can't really want to lick
down THERE, I mean isn't it sort of--" Her breath caught in her throat.
She took a deep breath and tried again. "It's not too--" Her voice died
again. When she finally spoke, it was in a different tone altogether.
"Oh, please don't stop...."
"Mmmmmmm," the Bandit replied, his tongue teasing her rapidly-swelling
clitoris gently. There was no question but that she was primed and ready
for his attentions; her pussy lips, neat and symmetric, were oozing
moisture, and her clit was stiff and turgid. He licked and sucked on it,
and drove his tongue between her outer lips to caress the entrance to her
cunt. Back and forth, back and forth between them, listening all the while
to her nonstop commentary.
"Oh! Oh! That feels heavenly! Don't stop, PLEASE don't stop! It feels
like I'm burning up, I'm hot and cold, I'm shaking all over, Oh gentle
Jesus, OH! OH! What is that you're licking? More! More, oh, yes, oh, God,
I--Bandit! BANDIT! I FEEL FUNNY! I FEEL, I FEEL LIKE I'M
GONNA--EEEEEEEEEEEEEK!"
Her body arched off the bed from heels to head and he rode her like a
cowboy rides a bucking bronco, his tongue never leaving her sopping vulva.
She moaned, shrieked, and gasped, her clutching hands buried in his mop of
long dark hair, holding him in place as she spent and spent.
Finally, he let go of her, and she collapsed sobbing onto the bed, her
body soaked in a thick film of sweat. "Oh, God, oh, God, I love you, oh,
Bandit, that was so, so BEAUTIFUL!" He crawled back up to join her and
hugged her hard, and she buried her face in his hair and cried.
"Sweetheart, don't cry, it's okay. Shhhh, don't cry," the Bandit
soothed her, stroking her long hair. "Please don't cry...."
"Can't, hic, I cuh-cuh-can't HELP it," Twink sobbed gustily. "It was
so, suh-suh-so BEAUTIFUL, I cuh-c-c-can't help crying, uh, oh, I LOVE you!"
She cried even harder, and the Bandit didn't know what else to do but to
hold her close and rock her gently until her sobs gradually died away and
she relaxed against him, kissing his neck. "Oh thank you, thank you...."
"Uh, you're welcome," the Bandit said uncomfortably. "Are you sure
you're all right? I mean, I've never had anyone start crying on me before."
"Oh, I'm feeling wonderful," Twink sighed, grabbing a fistful of
toilet paper from the roll the Bandit kept by the bed and blowing her nose
with a honk. "I couldn't help it, it felt so good I just had to cry. Was,
was that an orgasm?"
"Uh, I think so," the Bandit said soothingly, smiling despite himself.
"If it wasn't, when you finally have one it'll probably kill you!"
"Mmmmm, but what a way to die!" Twink laughed and ran her hand back
down his chest to his penis, which was just as stiff as ever. "My turn to
make you feel good, now," she breathed, sliding down his body and kissing
his chest as he'd kissed hers.
The Bandit suddenly recalled what she'd said about Conan. "Uh, Twink,
are you sure you want to do that? There are other ways...."
"Mmmmm, shut up, Bandit," came her voice from somewhere under the
covers. "I love you, and I want to make you feel as good as I do...." The
Bandit's whole body tensed as a long, wet tongue licked its way down the
underside of his penis and gently kissed his balls, then travelled back up
to the head. "You like?"
"Uh, uh-huh," he managed.
"Oh, good," she replied, "Because I don't feel like stopping! It
tastes so gooommmmbbllmmmmph......" The Bandit began thrusting his hips up
off the bed as her moist, warm mouth enveloped him and gently sucked him
in. She teased him with tiny nips and rolled her tongue obscenely over the
head of his penis as if trying to lick a lollipop to death in under three
minutes. As excited as he was, it was no time at all before the Bandit was
feeling himself tense up under an impending orgasm.
Twink, feeling him tense, stopped her labors for a moment. "Are you
all right? Am I hurting you?"
"Oh, God, DON'T STOP NOW, I'M COMING!"
"Oops! Sorry! Glmmmmm....MMMM! MMMM! MMMMMM! Mmmmmmmmmmm...."
"UH! UNGH! UH! UH! OH! UH! Uhhhhhhhhhhh...."
Twink swallowed and swallowed again, downing every drop of hot, thick
semen he gave her. She got up on her hands and knees and looked up at him,
licking the last bits of sticky come from her lips. "How was that?"
"Oh, god," the Bandit moaned. "I'm dying...."
Twink laughed lightly and snuggled up next to him, kissing him deeply.
The mixture of sweat, pussy juice and semen in the kiss was indescribable.
The Bandit broke the kiss, and muttered, "So much for a night without doing
anything...."
"I don't mind a bit," Twink said, yawning. "I'm so sleepy all of a
sudden...."
"S'okay, me too," the Bandit mumbled. "Sleep well."
"Mm-hmmm...."
"Shhh," Zero whispered as he opened the door to his room slightly. "I
just need to get fresh clothes, and I don't want to wake anyone up."
"Okay," Diva said softly, tiptoeing into the living room with him.
The door to Conan and the Wiz's room was ajar, and Conan was stretched out
on his bed under the covers, snoring like a steam engine.
"Him, we won't waken," Zero laughed, shutting the door. "But the
Bandit's a light sleeper, so...."
He eased the door to the bedroom he shared with the Bandit, and both
he and Diva simultaneously smelled the familiar odor of sex. Zero peeked
inside. The first thing he saw was the rumpled blue nightgown on the
floor. Diva gasped; the first thing she saw was Twink's gorgeous back,
half uncovered by the blankets.
Zero looked at Diva. Diva looked at Zero. Their astonishment was
comical. Quickly Zero reached into his closet and grabbed fresh clothes,
and they backed out of the room and shut the door.
"That was TWINK in there with him, wasn't it?"
"Hard to say, I've never seen Twink naked before."
"Oh, come on, I'm serious! The BANDIT, and TWINK?"
"Hey, she's been gunning for him for months, and I have to admit that
what I saw didn't look too bad...."
"That's enough of that, mister," Diva said sharply. "You're spoken
for already."
"No problem," Zero said amiably. "Just commenting, that's all."
The outer door closed, cutting off their voices. The Bandit smiled,
his eyes still shut, and drifted back to sleep.
The breakfast table was abuzz with conversation when the Bandit came
out of the hot food line with his tray in his hand. He'd sent Twink off to
shower and dress with a kiss, and had promised to meet her at the breakfast
table, but she wasn't there yet. Zero, Diva, Conan, Bone, Thud, Plaids,
and a young blonde girl he'd never seen before were sitting at the table.
When they saw the Bandit, there was an uncomfortable pause, conversation
dying down as the Bandit set his tray down.
"What's everyone looking at me for," he asked pleasantly.
Conan looked at him with a big grin, and waggled a finger at him.
"Na, na ne NA na! Na, na ne NA na!" Pretty soon the whole table was doing
it, and the Bandit just sat down, shaking his head and grinning.
"So how was she?"
"Getting a bit desperate, are we?"
"Any port in a storm, I guess...."
"Yes, but is she 'port'?"
"All right, ALL RIGHT!" The Bandit waved them all to silence. "I have
only this to say. It was not an act of desperation. Okay?"
The laughter redoubled at that. "Prove it," Thud said mildly.
"Okay, I will," the Bandit said with a smile. Keep your promise,
Twink, he thought to himself. Don't wimp out on me, please? It's a stupid
thing to have to do, but it'll make my life so much easier....
"How?" Bone challenged.
"Well, it's easy enough, when--Ah, hello, sweetheart!" The Bandit
stood up and pulled up a chair beside him for Twink as she entered the
room. Conversation died.
Thud's eyebrows went north for the winter. Conan's jaw hit his tray,
and Cricket elbowed him in the ribs. Bone's eyes nearly popped out of his
head, and Plaids nervously took off his glasses and began to polish them
furiously. Twink had told the Bandit that she'd owned one set of clothes
that he'd probably consider "sexy," and had agreed to his request that she
wear them to breakfast. And sexy she was, in a clinging silk jumpsuit that
was unzipped halfway to her waist. She'd foregone the bra for the meal,
too.
"Good morning, love," she said huskily, slipping into the Bandit's
arms and doing her best Diva-kissing-Zero imitation. She then sat down
beside him, and said with a bright smile, "Happy Valentine's Day,
everyone!"
"Uh, Twink, that's, uh, that's quite an outfit you've got there,"
Conan ventured. Cricket looked over at him, one eyebrow raised.
The Bandit had coached Twink on that eventuality, though; she didn't
even look up. "Eat your heart out, thumbdick," she said, opening her
napkin.
Cricket almost spat up her milk laughing. "You, I like," she said
with a grin. "I'm Cricket. You must be Twink!"
"The one and only," Twink replied. "What happened to your eye?"
"Well, I--"
"HEY! HEY, EVERYONE! LISTEN!"
All heads turned about as Lanky came running in, obviously in a panic.
The Bandit stood up and made shushing motions with both hands. "Take it
easy, Lank. What's the matter?"
"It's Livewire." Lanky's face was ashen. "The police came and took
him away last night. It looked like they'd beaten him half to death."
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THE BANDIT
by Mike Metlay
Part 4
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